d, expectant. I was finally marrying Jackson Sterling, scion of a powerful political dyna
a wide, triumphant smirk on her face. "The wedding is off," Jackso
cruel amusement. I was Emilia Winston, the society joke. The humiliation was a physical ache. Jackson and his new "
he blatant disrespect from him and his new flame. They sought to finish what they started
s formidable uncle. He held out a document, his steady gaze meeting mine. "Perhaps you would consider